Marcus Varnellius Clegane
Location: Summer Home
Attitude: Curious
With: No one
Marcus jumped off of his horse and handed the reigns to a servant who approached him. He left one hand on his horse to avoid startling it as the servant pulled him out of his relaxed reach. A relaxed sight escaped his lips and he absorbed the morning air. Squatting down he let his fingers rub on the dirt and gravel below him, just giving him a feel for the surrounding. Marcus had keen senses to which he could hear a multitude of things, from people chattering, to birds chirping, and hundreds of other sounds across the spectrum. Rising to his feet he looked up at the great hall before him, it was truly a magnificent sight to behold. Now that he had now seen the place with his own eyes, he was far more curious to find what lay inside.
Walking forward, Marcus's eyes calmly and curiously bounced around, taking in every single detail of scenery. For a place that had long been avoided by his current family, this place was almost too shockingly beautiful to have been left alone. The doors to the hall opened, and before he could stop the servant standing by the door, it was too late.
Servant - "Prince Marcus Varnellius Clegane!". Being announced when entering a place was normal for royalty, especially since it was considered the social norm to announce when guests arrived. However, regardless of it being the social norm or not, Marcus never liked it. His face shown a neutral expression, masking the distaste that had formed in his mouth. All eyes would be turning towards him, and he would simply bow, and move on like nothing happened.
A warrior had written itself upon his very being, while politics was something he used as a secret weapon, it wasnt what defined him. Due to his war like nature, he was accustomed to the things that war often created within people. When you fought along side someone, rank never mattered in the heat of things. In your eyes, you bled the same blood, and swung a sword that was designed for the same purpose. Many would disagree by saying, leaders and ranks are designed to ensue followers to help win the battles. However, Marcus knew first hand, that people follow the man who inspires them to fight for their beliefs, ranks are simply, politicians ways of making sure someone can be punished if things go wrong, and rarely, awarded if otherwise.
Collecting his thoughts and returning to the current situation, Marcus bowed slightly and took a look around the room, scanning each of the faces. Many he saw was his own family, but there were a few he did not recognize. Perhaps they hadnt arrived yet, or maybe they were somewhere else within the home. The latter didnt really seem like a logical option, since in the end, they were all royals, and as such would feel almost obligated to introduce themselves. It wouldnt be till after the introductions that the true feelings would arise, and that is when most likely both parties would split unless forced to remain close. That would be a difficult task, especially given the history between the two families.
Marcus gave a soft,
"Thank you" to the servant holding no true grudge against the man. He is after all just doing what he was told, and in the end, isnt that what everyone here is doing?